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Sepsis
Chapter 2
By Lyralina Sanzennine
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy 7 is property of Square Enix.
“In other news, the sudden pandemic that swept the Planet this week is showing no signs of slowing down. People of all ages from all nations are continuing to pour into local hospitals that are already above capacity. Experts suspect that we’re seeing a return of Geostigma after two years of dormancy and mutation. No further details have been released at this time. Everyone is advised to be extra cautious. Please ensure that best practices are observed and that you are using proper hand washing techniques.
“And now we’ll head over to the Shinra Research and Development department where Dr. Ransarn is here with us. Dr. Ransarn, what is the latest news from your department? We hear your team’s made some progress in understanding this phenomenon?”
“Well, unfortunately, we have nothing conclusive just yet. Based on past experiences with Geostigma, we’ve learned that it’s best not to make any early assumptions. Right now we have a working theory that the peace and quiet we’ve had in the last four years was just the lull before the storm. In some ways, we think that the Jenova cells were functioning like lysogenic viruses – hiding in human cells until recently, and then exploding out.”
“Now, Dr. Ransarn, I believe that we were told that the Geostigma was cured as a result of the Lifestream cleansing the affected individuals. Was that not the case?”
“Perhaps, and perhaps not. At this point there is no definitive way of knowing. What we do know, however, is that Geostigma was initially spread through the lifestream. Therefore, I think it’s safe to say that the lifestream did not act as a true cure.
“Thank you for the insight Dr. Ransarn, and for joining us today. As always, we will be releasing updates on the current situation every hour on the hour. In the meantime, we are advising everyone to stay calm and to stay indoors. Rest assured that the AVALANCHE team is working diligently with the new Shinra Company to resolve this matter as quickly and safely as possible.”

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The hospital was dark and still. The smell of industrial disinfectant permeated the halls and rooms distastefully. Everything within the clinical, colorless building seemed unpleasant, as if filled with a thick miasma. The dead and dying lay everywhere in their white cots, silent.
There was one room, though – one room containing one boy on his feet amidst the unconscious victims of the second Geostigma Phenomenon.
In that room, the dead and dying were birthing glory and history.
And what a magnificent birth! Pleasure born in pain. Each bursting human cell spilled more of Her. Their deaths gave way to Her life and their strangled energy fueled Her power. Each death empowered him and brought him closer to Her. If he could touch Her…feel Her…
Mother-
He would know such brilliance. To be with Her.
The boy released the man he held in his grasp, allowing the corpse to drop heavily onto the hospital cot. He silently moved to the next bed and stroked the forehead of its patient tenderly. He was already beginning to change, with each absorption quickening the process. Color bled from his dark hair as it lengthened and warm brown eyes and skin paled. His youthful face appeared thinner, harder, than it had moments before.
Gently, he wrapped his hand around the throat of the unconscious girl before him. She was there, within the human’s body, so full of energy and power, calling to him, straining towards him. He was intoxicated, lost in the feel of Her beneath the girl’s warm skin. He inhaled and pulled, his body perfectly still, and She was there, in him, around him, holding him.
He laughed in delight. In madness.
Yes, he would know Mother. She would be there and She would make everything alright.
The last of Her essence seeped into his skin and he released the girl with a soft sigh. She was little more than a husk now. Dried blood coated her throat where his hand had been, the skin ripped apart by the movement of Her cells.
Soon…
Brother was going to be so surprised when he woke up. When he realized what had happened.
Such pride – thinking he could defeat Mother that easily. How could he think that She could be so easily finished after so many millennia? How could the dead girl think that her extravagant displays of power would silence Mother forever?
He was going to show them Her true power, Her glorious reunion.
Brother would cry.
Mother’s prodigious son would see to that. He would return and-
            Am I a puppet?
-wrap his anger around Brother, tighten it-
            Mother..? Why am I-?
- rebirth the madness from four years past in despair and loss.
            Am I being used?
Then She was there again, wrapped around his consciousness, offering love, stability, and comfort. She stroked him gently and he breathed in deeply, the anxiety and doubt like a fast-fading nightmare. In her arms he could taste the sweetness of the Promised Land. He could see his destiny and Her beauty, intertwined, forever.
And that was all he wanted. Just forever, a land of milk and honey, and Her.
He moved to the next cot, but before he could touch the human, a shrill scream interrupted him.
“What are you doing?” A feminine voice cried out in alarm. “Security! Security! Oh my God!”
He glanced behind him and saw the nurse, pale and terrified. She was staring gape-jawed at the corpses on the beds closest to the door.
The boy’s gaze locked on the nurse’s wide eyes and he moved with fluid grace. She tried to run - from the image of a boy who was a man, with dark hair that reflected more light than it absorbed.
He stood in front of her within a second with hands firmly clamped on either side of her head before she realized what was happening.
A changing boy-
A twist, a sickening crack, and her body lay in a tangled heap on the sterile floor of the hospital.
-of silver, green, and empty insanity.
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His consciousness hovered, formless and waiting. Everywhere on the Planet he could feel her cells executing his plan in synchronicity. Each infected cell of each host was reproducing her at the cost of its own existence.
It was poetic, really. The sacrifice of lower beings to bring about something so much greater. He rather thought they should be honored to serve in such a cause.
It seemed so strange, so circular. The puppet found the strength to fight from his desire for vengeance. The puppet hated because of a destroyed town, a lost mother…
And a lost love.
Ah, and that was the key wasn’t it? She was the key?
The puppet became strong because of that hate. The puppet defeated him-
            Twice
-because of that hate.
He lived for the same reason. Hate and vengeance - such incredible sources of power. They held his consciousness together, allowed him to continue to exist without existing, gave him the strength to direct Mother’s cells. Position, maneuver, regroup.
He would not allow a failed human experiment – a boy who couldn’t even enter SOLDIER – to defeat him. To be robbed of perfect victory by the embodiment of failure was a suffered grievance that he could not –would not – forget.
Now the power called to him. Mother was singing, piercingly, harshly, a cacophony of sound only he and the Planet could hear. As her cells concentrated themselves within the body of his chosen vessel, her fire swelled. Each cell reinforced the other, binding together, working within the boy to change him according to his will. The boy had stopped fighting hours ago. Now he was completely consumed by the madness and the uncontrollable rush of power. He willingly drowned himself in the presence of Mother, surrendering his mind and body to Her – to him.
Soon now, he would be able to descend and slip into the boy with ease. The boy’s body would become his body, in both image and substance. He would return again, powerful and wrathful, and he would find her.
The Cetra girl.
“What is most important to you? Would you give me the pleasure of stealing it from you?”
The puppet had become angry and once again found unknown strength within himself. He’d replied scathingly, spouting something about pity and everything being important.
How ridiculous.
If everything was important, just as if everything was special, the corollary would simply be that nothing would be important, and nothing would be special.
The puppet’s verbal answer was insignificant, as it stood. Sephiroth had seen into his mind in that moment before Cloud gained the upper hand.
It had been strange. Flashes of images, of people…of foreign, irrational feelings. He had often studied the images in his memory in the time following the first Geostigma Phenomenon. The Cetra girl, Zack, the girl who fought valiantly with her fists, children…
The Cetra was special though. Her memory was held at the forefront of his mind. She was strangely cherished; a central figure in his life. So many emotions revolved around her – love, guilt, happiness, sorrow, laughter, regret, flirtation, peace, failure and inspiration.
So it was there that he would strike. Through that bond he would destroy the puppet and then resume his plan to absorb the Planet.
She was the key, and the key was nearly within his hand.
The puppet would cry, and it would be beautiful.
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“This just in: Tragedy claims hundreds of patients in Wutai hospital. Police arrived to investigate after a suspiciously long period of time passed without any word from hospital staff. They found the staff murdered and all the patients admitted for suspected cases of Geostigma dead. Cause of death is still unknown. Patients were discovered in their beds, appearing partially mummified. Coroners are scrambling to determine whether the Geostigma is responsible. Deaths like these have never been witnessed or documented, nor have they occurred in any other Geostigma patients to date.
“A further search of the hospital revealed no clues except that several items are unaccounted for in ward 2D. Medical supplies including syringes, antiseptics, and gauze appear to have been taken by the party responsible for the murders of the staff.
“As more information is released, newscasts every ten minutes on the tens will keep you informed. In the meantime, please keep your doors and windows locked and don’t venture out after dark.”
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